Hey my loves!

Here is another chapter for you much-deserved

You're all too sweet to me istg

Enjoy!

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Jin traipsed down the oak staircase and into the warm kitchen, where Namjoon's mother was cooking something that smelled better than any food he has eaten.

"Ms. Kim, Namjoon said he would be down in a few minutes," Jin announced, tapping his fingernails against the marble counter.

She laughed smoothly and continued incessantly stirring the spatula, "Yeah right, he's always late for breakfast, thank the heavens we have a microwave."

Jin frowned at this statement, "What? I would have thought he's always in a rush to get to school."

"He is, it's just that he spends too much time in the bathroom." She sprinkled pepper onto the eggs as she chuckled, "You know how he has to look perfect and all that."

"So, I guess he's a bit of a pretty boy?" Jin smiled and sat down at the dining room table.

Namjoon's mother nodded, "Only because he thinks he has to be."

"What do you mean?" Jin asked, straightening up his stiff back.

"He had been teased when he was in middle school because of his acne, ever since that encounter he sticks to a strict skin regimen and covers up his little flaws with makeup." She sighed as she poured out glasses of cold milk, "You're one of the few who has seen his bare face."

Jin hummed sadly, "I didn't know he had low self-esteem like that."

"Yeah, but you should be happy for him now, I've never seen Namjoon like this with someone before," The mother gleamed exuberantly.

"Like what?" Jin questioned, gripping his pajama-clad knee.

"I've never seen him so joyous, Seokjin, he is so calm and secure with you," She remarked, cupping her mouth with her hand.

Jin's heart throbbed at this with the thought of Namjoon clouding his conscience, eyes scanning the dark floor intently.

"Oh, how I love it when he comes through that front door with a grin spreading from ear-to-ear, you're a blessing to him and I hope you feel as special as he thinks you are," The woman continued, setting out silverware for all of them neatly.

He held his face in his hands for a few moments before responding, "Thank you, Ms. Kim, but I wouldn't call myself a blessing. My parents wouldn't anyway."

"That's a shame that they think like that, I think that you would be a lovely son," She pointed out as she shook her head in disapproval, "Namjoon would especially argue with their case."

"Thank you, and I do feel as special as Namjoon thinks I am," The boy sniffed while running fingers through his hair, "You have a good son there."

"Just know that he values loyalty more than anything, and he would never reject you," She stated.

Jin exhaled, "I couldn't bring myself to say no to him if I wanted to."

Namjoon's mother quirked a small smile and took a sip from her coffee mug, "Why don't you go tell him that his omelette is ready?"

"Alright," Jin agreed, standing up and walking back to the youngest's den.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he noticed it was open a crack. Before thinking a second more, he stepped closer to the source and peeked inside. Jin forcibly demanded of himself to not get a boner at what he found hidden in the confines.

Namjoon had his back to him as he was bent over tying his shoe laces into a dainty bow.

The situation, for the most part, was normal. Everything except for the fact that the boy was shirtless and had his navy blue capris bunched around his ankles.

Jin's mouth went dry at the sight of Namjoon's bum that was yet to be covered by the thin material of his leggings. It was small, but still plump, and the degree that his back arched made it look even sweeter.

Before the older male did something stupid, he politely knocked on the door frame.

"Joonie, you can come out now," He cleared his throat of its rasp.

As much as Jin wanted to burst into the room, tear off his clothes, and give Namjoon the ride of his life, he realized that the little vixen had to leave in forty-five minutes. That meant a definite promise of blue-balls in Jin's near future.

Namjoon opened the door, fully dressed and ready to go.

"I'm so hungry, how about you?" The younger boy asked cutely, rubbing his abdomen.

Jin bit his lip as Namjoon walked, his hips swaying slightly in those cursed pants that molded to his bottom like a new skin.

"I'm starving," Jin licked his teeth, smirking.

After filling their stomachs, the two boys left the table and went into the lounging area.

"Um, Ms. Kim, do you mind if I drive Namjoon to school?" Jin wondered, "I mean if it's not too much."

"Of course you can, you know, unless Namjoon doesn't want that," She nodded, looking at her son expectantly.

"I don't mind, hyung," The youngest smiled, putting on a jacket.

Jin chuckled, "Okay then."

Namjoon kissed his mother goodbye and followed after Jin, plopping into his car with his book bag near his feet.

Jin followed the directions the younger was giving him to his high school, sometimes distracting himself with the serene tone of his voice.

"Do you have a major yet for college?" Namjoon asked in the comforting silence of the car ride.

Jin clicked his tongue, "No, I had thought about becoming a lawyer, but after a week of taking an online course full of terminology incomprehensible to my ears, I bailed on that idea."

"That's cute, imagine your clients addressing you as "Mr. Kim Seokjin"" Namjoon cooed, giggling.

The older rolled his eyes playfully, "Sure, Joonie, now where do I turn?"

"Up at the right, Mr. Kim," Namjoon teased, snorting.

That's daddy for you, boy, Jin noted to himself, shaking his head as he chuckled.

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